Quotes About Emotion

I didn't fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind. My mind. And I made up my mind to follow you too.

Tears streamed down his face and he cradled the barrel of the shotgun in his arms as though it were the woman he had been begging for, searching for, all his life. Gimme hate, Lord, he whimpered. I'll take hate any day . But don't give me love. I can't take no more love, Lord. I can't carry it. It's too heavy.

Scary things not always outside. Most scary things is inside.

With you my body is pleasure is safe is belonging. I can never not have you have me.

She loved nothing in the world except this woman's son, wanted him alive more than anybody, but hadn't the least bit of control over the predator that lived inside her. Totally taken over by her anaconda love, she had no self left, no fears, no wants, no intelligence that was her own.

Knowing that she would hate him long and well filled her with pleasant anticipation, like when you know you are going to fall in love with someone and you wait for the happy signs.

the girl's face was as tight and mean as broccoli

When he visited his and Adam's old bedroom, the thread of disapproval he'd felt during his proposal of a memorial became a rope, as he saw the savage absence not only of Adam but of himself. So when he shut the door on his family and stepped out into the rain it was an already belated act.

Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly…

but the music, which he hoped would coat his nerve ends, only splayed them.

prestressed concrete and steel contained anger, folded it back on itself to become a craving for things rather than vengeance

Booker's smile traveled from his lips to his eyes. The joy in his face was infantile.

He left me his violin.

And the lives of these old black women were synthesized in their eyes—a purée of tragedy and humor, wickedness and serenity, truth and fantasy.

Who say they don't have no pain? Just 'cause she don't cry? 'Cause she can't say it, they think it ain't there? If they looks in her eyes and see them eyeballs lolling back, see the sorrowful look, they'd know.

I'll take hate any day. But don't give me love. I can't take no more love, Lord. I can't carry it.

Love is or ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

All this she saw in their eyes, and the sight filled her own with water warmer and much older than the rain.

Speaking-eyes, he thought, accompanied by the music of her voice.

He must rest his weight on his elbows when they make love, ostensibly to avoid hurting her breasts but actually to keep her from having to touch or feel too much of him. While

The words dance in my head to the music in my mouth.

Love just seems to make life not just livable, but a gallant, gallant event.

A person's love is only as good as the person; a stupid person loves stupidly, a violent man loves violently.

and feel the oldest and most devastating pain there is: not the pain of childhood, but the remembrance of it.